Let me describe Polly. 5' 9", short brown, hair slim figure with big full breasts which she regularly made everyone aware of with her tight shirts and... skimpy lacy bras, when she wore one.As she was going off on her boyfriend she asked us why he would do this to her. She loved sucking his cock and would do anything sexually he wanted. She proceeded to refer to him as anything but human and after she spouted off, she went inside, put all his clothes in trash bags, his other stuff in boxes and. It stung a little more that time.I used all the force I could muster and thwacked my right buttock, hearing the loud crack. I yelped with surprise and the pain which caused me to drop the brush. I rubbed my buttock with both hands while looking at the mirror, checking my ass. It was only a faint red. Somehow... I liked it. Why? "You know why." I gasped quickly as I looked at the mirror. I was in a way, hallucinating... Imagining my reflection speaking to me with a smirk. "You know why you liked. I had to spit out what was in my mouth so I stood up with my hand covering my mouth and my cheeks obscenely bulging under the weight of his semen I desperately looked for somewhere to spit his foul tasting deposit but only could see the mop buckets so I spat his load in there and made a sour face as I got the full flavour his acrid tasting load. It resembled a salty chlorine cocktail with a bleachy musky scent. Once I had gathered my senses I asked the employee if we were even to which he. (Marilyn Monroe could not have said that with more hints of incredibly kinky things than she did.)...and then...get ..ahem..down and dirty? Like you like?" She made a very delicate, feminine gesture of a woman squatting to pee."For your birthday, we want to be kinky with you, in the bed of one the queens of it....would you like that?"If you can imagine me without words."But you have to sing a song for us in that dress, Sylvia, do you understand?"Did I understand? I had the song in my head.